A return to a traditional animation style leaves Father and Daughter feeling timelessly classic despite how empty it is. The film fares better with an inspection of its mechanics than on its artistic purpose or quality (not to presume what “true art” is). Plenty of raised questions are disappointingly left kinda-half-answered. Their mysterious story is told without a word of dialogue, leaving us to question and anticipate a meaning from each proceeding event that unravels before the camera, but the subtext and truth of the story is as shallow as the ocean in the story’s final minutes – borderline non existent. Yet for all that is bare on deconstruction, the aesthetic remains a strong working cog that compensates for the film’s other shortcomings. It’s apparent how much the animator wanted this to be received as art; the painted parchment overtly sells you this classic 60s traditional animation and the film constantly feels like a rediscovered relic, and for what it’s worth, one day it just might be.